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Mortal Eyes

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As usual, the big, black mare was galloping around the forest in her usual path. It hadn’t taken her long to get back into her daily routine- get up, greet Ken and Chrys, go outside and run around the Dark Woods all day while they worked on other things that they wouldn’t let her help with, returned when they did, greet them again, and talk until they fell asleep. Compared to the live she’d lived for almost a year, it seemed rather mundane, but she didn’t mind. Sooner or later she’d run into some sort of interesting creature that wanted to collect her for a bounty. Someone always did eventually. She wasn’t always stoked to run into people that wanted her kidnapped or killed, but it passed the time.
When the first unusual occurrence happened, it was something Abbie never expected to happen, and, considering where she lived, that was an unusual occurrence all in its own.
She was able to smell him miles away, and debated whether to greet him or not. She was half-hoping he wouldn’t notice her to save herself from a lengthy and uncomfortable conversation with-
“Trying to run away from me, are you?” he smirked, crossing his arms before she could finish her thought.
“H-hi, Chris,” she stuttered, skidding to a stop and almost hitting him. Why did demons have to be so fast?
“What, scared of me again?” She shook her head furiously.
“No, no, not at all! It’s just, I wasn’t expecting you to come here.”
“Don’t forget if it wasn’t for me you’d have a healer on your hands,” he said, his tone changing. Abbie couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but every demon had a distinct tone when they identified their prey, and it sounded like his. She tried to pretend not to notice the sudden change.
“Yes, I know,” she said, taking a small step back.
“And then you just go an run away from us? From me?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Look, I-” before she could finish her sentence, the rest of Motionless in White appeared out of what seemed like thin air. All of them, except Ghost, were human, so she didn’t see why they’d willingly assist Chris whether he was their friend or not.
“I don’t care how many times it takes to get through to you,” he said, his eyes glowing red, “this is a force not even god can stop.” He put his hand on her velvety shoulder and looked her directly in her eyes. “You’re fucking mine!” he screamed, his hand glowing blue. The mare found herself uncontrollably shrinking, changing. Her eyes widened and she tried to break free, but his grip was too strong. He picked up the frail girl and carried her over his shoulder, the other guys following closely behind.

Boom! The loud crash of thunder rattled through the small girl’s bones, causing her eyes to shoot open. She didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but most demons were able to erase memories, and she was glad that she didn’t remember what happened. She tried to stand up, but her arms were hand-cuffed to the chair. Thick papery strips hung down around her, creating a small, room with the privacy of curtain. In front of her, an eerie wooden table sat in front of her, a briefcase standing proudly on top. She tried to break free, but the metal was too strong. He stalked between the pieces of paper, entering the room.
“You ran away from us after we helped you,” he whispered in her ear, “we don’t like that.” He punched her, causing blood to spew out her mouth. “You need to be punished.” She tried frantically to pull away. “Struggling only makes it hurt more,” he shouted, slamming her head on the table. She squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the pain.
“If you want my soul why don’t you just take it already?” she gasped, wincing at the pain in her jaw.
“Because I don’t want just your soul, I want you, I think you’d make a wonderful pet,” he spat, tracing a finger down her neck. Sounds of the clinking of swords and grunting caught their attention. She turned towards the sound, waiting. Suddenly, four people no older than 17 crashed through the curtain, weapons in hand as well as held securely on their bodies. All of them wore black hoods over their heads. Her body quivered so much if she hadn’t been handcuffed she would’ve fallen out of the chair. Two girl-like figures held Chris down, while one of the more masculine figures raced towards Chris, sword ready to strike. The last one approached her, his golden eyes full of sincerity, and curly, golden hair poked out from underneath his hood.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” he whispered, blocking her view of Chris.
“Please don’t hurt him,” she pleaded, trying to look over him.
“He was trying to hurt you,” he reasoned, un-cuffing her hands.
“Stop!” she screamed. “He’s my friend. I ran away from home, and he felt that it was rude of me because he helped me. If you kill him, a very bad person who can’t die will escape,” she explained hastily, trying to fight past him. He gripped her shoulders tightly, but turned to the other three, who looked at him and nodded. He pushed her out of the room, despite her fighting him as much as she could. He bent down, his hands still firmly on her shoulders.
“Look, when those three come out, run outside,” he instructed, waiting. Abbie heard the sound of people struggling, and, as if right on cue, his colleagues exploded out of the curtains and ran straight towards them. He dragged Abbie out into the pouring rain, where she tried to make a run for it. She grew into a horse and dashed away, only to find herself being pulled back by a thick rope that somehow managed to make its way over her head. She tried to pull against it, but the rope, and whoever was holding it, only grew stronger. The slippery, wet ground didn’t help.
“She can-“ one if the girls whispered.
“Yeah,” the blond boy said. She shrank down to a human and slipped the rope off her neck, then tried to run again, this time as a human. Since she was slower as a human, someone was able to race in front of her and catch her. She had long black hair that poured out of her hood.
“Not just yet pony,” she said, turning the shivering girl towards the rest of the group.
“She’s so young,” the other girl remarked, her red hair plastered to her face.
“She clean?” the last one, a strong-looking man with blue eyes similar to Ken’s asked. He resembled the girl that held Abbie. She figured they were siblings.
“Can’t tell,” the girl said. The cold rain pelted Abbie, causing her to shiver anymore. “But she’s cold. We should take her with us and check at the institute.” The blond nodded and took of his jacket, placing it around her shoulders.
“Not surprising. She’s barely wearing anything,” he said, turning and walking away. The others followed, making a circle around Abbie so she couldn’t escape. She didn’t get it. They smelled like demons, but also something else. It wasn’t quite right. What ever they were, Abbie hadn’t seen them before.
“So you can shape shift?” the red headed girl asked. Abbie stared at her with wide eyes.
“Don’t waste your breath, Clary. She’s not going to respond,” the other boy said. Abbie opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. The red head, Clary kept her eyes on the girl. Before long, they came to a tree.
“This is only a one way, right, Jace?” the girl who was holding Abbie asked. The blond, who Abbie assumed was Jace, nodded.
“Too dangerous not to be. Especially with her.” They all walked through the tree and came in front of a large building on a busy- and dry- street. They forced Abbie inside.  She looked around in awe.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” the girl asked. Abbie took a deep breath and looked between the four.
“How much this time?” she asked. Considering how nice the building was, she assumed that who ever wanted her would have a pretty big price in her head.
“What?” Clary asked.
“How much do they want for me this time?” Clary glanced at Jace.
“We aren’t bounty hunters,” Jace chuckled, “we’re shadow hunters.” Abbie tilted her head. In all of her experience dealing with the strangest creatures a person could think of, she’d never heard of a shadow hunter before.
“We hunt demons,” the other man cleared up.
“So why am I here?” she asked, eyeing the door. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she wouldn’t mind taking a few detours to find her way back home. Jace seemed so sense what she was thinking and moved between her and the only other exit.
“Because at first we wanted to make sure you were ok, then we saw that you can shape shift. You sound a lot like the Last Fallen Angel,” he explained. Abbie tensed, but tried to hide it.
“What’s the Last Fallen Angel?” she lied. Clary raised an eyebrow.
“So you haven’t heard of it?” Jace asked.
“Don’t lie. We’ll know if you’re lying,” the other boy chipped in.
“I’ve heard Fallen Angels. It’s in a song,” she reasoned.
“Yes, yes. We’ve all heard the song. It’s a very good song, but have you heard of actual Fallen Angels?” Jace asked. Abbie looked between Jace and Clary.
“Wait, I know you!” Clary exclaimed. Jace looked at her.
“You do?” he asked. She nodded.
“You’re Abbie! You were in that tv special a couple months ago!” she exclaimed. Abbie tilted her head.
“Are you sure?” she asked nervously. Clary nodded.
“You look exactly like her! Except for the healing bit.”
“Why don’t we test it out?” the other guy smiled, pulling a knife out of his shoe. Abbie took a step back and looked at Jace for help.
“Alec, she’s already scared of us, do you really have to make it worse?” Clary asked.
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. If she won’t tell us, we’ll see for ourselves,” Jace said, taking a step closer. A few seconds before Alec pierced her skin, she grew into a horse and charged away, not sure where she was going or she’d be able to leave the building. The others raced after her, but this time the rope couldn’t reach her. She continued down the hall and rounded a corner, stumbling into a dark room and gently nosing the door closed. She shrank down to a human and hid under what felt like a bed. It was too dark to see. She heard footsteps come and go, running past the room. She took a deep breath and started to crawl out from under the bed in hopes of figuring out how to leave. She tripped her way over to the door and opened it, finding Jace’s face smiling back at her’s.
“Nice try,” he smirked, waving his friends over. With each cautious step she took away from him, he took two more towards her. It wasn’t long until she found herself plastered between the wall and the four of them. Jace grabbed her wrist and slit her skin with the knife. Blood poured from the wound. Abbie cried out in pain and did her best to make herself not heal. Tears dripped down her dirty face.
“It’ll feel better if you let it happen,” Clary said. Abbie glared at her and tried to pull her wrist away, but Jace kept his grip.
“If you promise to bring me back home after this,” she said, taking a deep breath. Clary nodded and smiled. The wound glowed and disappeared.
“She is,” Jace whispered, eyes wide.
“What do we do now?” Alec asked.
“You take me back home,” she said firmly, pulling her wrist away. They all looked at one another, then nodded.
“Fine,” Jace said, standing up, “but this isn’t the last time you’ll hear from us.”
It's here!

Finally, after two-ish weeks, I remember to post something :P

It's a Angel Eyes (www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHmSF-… Mortal Instruments: City Of Bones-inspired thingy.

...Don't judge. I was watching the music video a lot and had just seen the movie, so...

Yeah!

...and I included a certain someone.

Hmm... Ken? I wonder who that is... xD
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AliceInWonderland66's avatar
nuuuuuuuuu why Chris why?? this is screwing with my feels ;-; ABBIE THOUGH <3